Sweet ‘n’ Sour

Once, in late 1996, I brought a boy home. My mother was very excited. She asked him to stay for dinner. “We’re having sweet ‘n’ sour Chicken Tonight! It’s Robyn’s favourite!”

Trying not to stifle laughter, he politely declined and went home.

I didn’t have the cojones to spoil my mother’s fantasy by saying, “Mum, he’s gay. He likes the cock.”

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